Epitome of man
God made you fine
I know I may not know you
But I sure wish you were mine

Epitome of man standing tall
Your shadow taking form against the wall
Being with you doesn’t seem wrong at all.

Epitome of man
Epitome of man

Come touch my hand
Come kiss me slow
Come be my man and I’ll let go.

This poem was written by me in college. Is there such a person out there? Someone perfect? We all have faults and imperfections. I think it’s more about finding someone that is perfect for us. I’m happy I’ve found that person. It’s been a journey but worth the wait.

With all my love
Guady G
Hugs from Brooklyn